“Where are you?” Grant asked without preamble.
“I’m on East Houston Street. I’m hopping on the subway to head home for the day.” I stopped at the stairs heading underground, since cell service was basically non-existent on the subway, and waited for his reply.
“Stay put. George will be there in five minutes. We’re going out tonight.”
“Well, thank you for asking, but I’m kind of tired after someone kept me up late last night. I was just going to go home, soak in a bath and fall asleep.” Grant was going to learn real quick I didn’t like being told what to do. I’d compromise when it was something I wanted, or it was for the greater good, but I didn’t bend my ways for anyone.
“I really wanted to take you to dinner and a movie tonight. I haven’t gone on a real date in a long time. It’s a novelty I wanted to experience with you.”
Oh, he was good. How could I say no to that?
“No wonder why you’re such a good lawyer,” I sighed into the phone. How in the hell did I keep doing things that I wasn’t planning on because he put the idea in my head? “No five star restaurants. I know. Let’s go to Katz’s Deli. I just walked by there and it made my mouth water. Then we’ll go to the theater and see a movie that neither of us cares about so that you can feel me up through the whole thing and I won’t mind.”
“Sounds perfect,” he crooned into the phone with a low, deep voice. Yum.
“I’ll see you soon,” I breathed, my body reacting to his sexy voice.
He let out a little chuckle and said, “Sooner than you think.”
The phone disconnected, and I stared at it confused. It wasn’t like Grant to hang up on me. I looked up and saw a black town car pull up to the curb in front of me. The window rolled down and Grant’s gorgeous face appeared. “Let’s go beautiful. I need .to get you fed and to the theater so I can feel you up.” His lascivious smile made my insides heat.
I practically skipped to the car and got inside. I climbed in his lap and peppered kisses along his face. “Hi.”
“Hi,” he replied and gave me a hot, open-mouthed kiss as George drove us the half a dozen blocks to Katz’s.
“Let’s go.” He slapped my ass and then rubbed it. “I need to feed my woman.”
His woman. Sigh.
I adored this playful side of him. Not many people would know that it existed, and I was soaking it up like a sponge.
We walked hand in hand into the deli and we both ordered pastrami on rye. We settled into a table near the back.
“How was work today?” I asked in between bites.
“Fine. I had to deal with a bunch of imbeciles, but that’s my normal. How about yours?”
“Strangest thing. My kooky client asked about you and me. I didn’t realize the gossip circles were churning with stories about us.”
Grant sat back in his chair and scrutinized me. “She didn’t upset you, did she?”
I waved him off. “No it wasn’t anything like that. I just wasn’t prepared to answer it. It was a little disconcerting that she thought my clients wouldn’t understand that I was dating another client. This was why I didn’t want to mix business and pleasure.”
Shit. It always came back to this and whenever it did I began to question my decisions. I could feel tension building in my shoulders.
“Elizabeth. All that matters is what you and I think and feel. And I can tell you that I feel pretty strongly, so please don’t let one woman’s perception ruin what we have.” His hand reached across the table and held mine. His thumb ran back and forth along my skin, making me relax again. When I nodded, he released my hand and went back to eating.
“Are you going to stay at my place tonight? I know how much you enjoy my bed.” He winked and took a bite of his sandwich.
“Yes. I should probably stop at my place and pack a bag though. I have an early morning tomorrow. Good thing about that is that I’ll be done early. I do believe I’m still in need of a hot, soaking bath and a nap.”
“I’ll come to you tomorrow. It won’t be until later though. I have a deposition to prepare for. I’m really hoping to put this case to rest. Which reminds me, I wanted to see if you could get next weekend off. It’s Valentine’s Day and I wanted to treat you to something special.” He wiped his mouth, and I got caught up in watching his full bottom lip and imagining nibbling on it.
“Did you hear me?” He asked, and I watched his mouth quirk.
“Valentine’s Day, right? How long are we talking? Just Saturday and Sunday or an extended weekend?” I really hoped Maya didn’t have plans. I was going to end up owing her big time.
“If you could do Thursday through Monday that would be preferable. But I’ll settle for whatever you can spare.”
I took a bite of my sandwich and chewed slowly while I contemplated the backlash that could ensue from taking too much time off. I did still have my mother’s bills to worry about, as well as my own. Living in Manhattan wasn’t cheap.
On the other hand, though, we would never be able to recreate our first Valentine’s Day together, and I was more than curious to see what he had planned.
Setting my sandwich down, I took a sip of my water. Grant waited patiently for my answer. I was proud of him for not pushing the issue. I could tell by the anxiousness rolling off of him, that it was killing him to wait for me to respond.
“I could pull off Friday through Sunday. Can you make that work?”
“I can.” He grinned and grabbed my hand, bringing it to his mouth and kissing my knuckles. “If you’re done, we can get going.”
“Let’s roll.” I reached for the tray, but Grant beat me to it, so I followed him to the trash cans and then out onto the sidewalk where George met us with the car.
Whoever said chivalry was dead, didn’t know Grant Morgan.
♥♥♥♥♥
The door shut behind me, and I looked up at Grant, who hadn’t moved from the entryway to his apartment. He tipped his head down, and his hand came up to cup my cheek.
“I had a great time tonight,” he murmured and brushed his lips against mine.
“Me too,” I whispered back. And I did. There was absolutely no pressure when I was with Grant. Early on in previous relationships I always felt compelled to be perfect on dates, or I worried about living up to their expectations. With Grant, I just was who I was. There were no false pretenses or awkward moments.
And making out in a darkened theater was just as thrilling as it was as a teenager. Although we might have taken it a little further than my teenage self did when I made Grant come in my hand. Thank heavens for napkins.
“Come. I’ll get you a drink. Tonight I think we’ll play.”
Come. Play. What?
“What do you mean play?” I inquired as he made me a vodka martini.
He turned his body slightly to face me and gave me a devilish grin. “You’ll see. I’ve been thinking about this all day actually. I’m quite looking forward to it.”
I swallowed hard at the gleam in his eye. I was all for giving Grant control in the bedroom, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t a little wary about it. It wasn’t always easy to trust that whatever he did would be for my pleasure and not for my humiliation. Some of the positions he put me in left me exposed and would have been humiliating if I let myself construe it that way.
I sipped my martini and gazed out the window at the city skyline while he sank into a plush blue-gray arm chair. He undid the top few buttons on his dress shirt. He had long since lost his tie and coat.
I turned towards him and watched as he leaned back and crossed his leg. He brought the glass of scotch he had poured himself to his lips, and I heard the tinkling of the ice hitting the glass. His serious gaze stayed locked with mine for several moments.
I did nothing but stand and wait for his command. It was as if my body knew what to do even if my mind didn’t.
“I want you to undress for me. Slowly.”
I gave him a slight nod and set my drink down, before I
reached for the hem of my black long-sleeved t-shirt. Pulling it over my head, I dropped it on the floor next to me and moved on to the button of my charcoal wool slacks. I slowly lowered the zipper. His eyes were fixed on what my hands were doing. Never once did they stray to look anywhere else.
I shimmied my hips and the pants fell to the floor. I kicked them from my feet. My hands went to the front clasp of my black satin bra. I flicked the clasp but held the cups in place. Grant’s eyes moved to mine now. They were gleaming and dark with lust. I could barely make out the iridescent blue of his irises. He gave me a quirk of his eyebrow, silently questioning me on what I was doing.
I let go of the cups and let them fall open, revealing my puckered nipples. I shrugged my shoulder, letting the material caress my arms on the way down to the floor. My fingers hooked in the sides of my matching panties, and I lowered them down my legs agonizingly slow. The cool, smooth fabric aroused me further as it glided tantalizingly against my skin.
When I was completely naked, he crooked his finger at me. My stomach dropped at the hotness of that one little move. I was practically ready for him with just that.
I slinked my way seductively to him and stood before him, letting him peruse my body. I could practically feel his eyes as they trailed a path up my body and then down again. Like a soft caress.
His voice was low and gravelly when he commanded, “Turn around and get on the coffee table on all fours, facing away from me.”
I took a deep breath and did as I was told.
“Now bend over. I want to look at you. You have such a beautiful pussy, Elizabeth.”
I felt a surge of wetness between my legs at his words. With shaky hands, I lowered my torso to the table and placed my hands under my head.
I felt exposed and vulnerable. I could feel his gaze like a branding on my skin. I grew more aroused when I imagined what it must look like from his seat behind me. My ass cheeks spread and my pussy on display. My lips were probably glistening with the wetness that this whole scene had caused.
The anticipation of what he would do to me heightened the glorious tension building inside me. No wonder he was lord and master of orgasms. I was ready to have a massive one and he had yet to touch me.
“I love how wet you are for me. It makes me want to lick you. Would you like that, Elizabeth? Would you like my mouth on you? Tasting you? Biting you? Sucking you until your legs tremble and you scream my name? Licking you until you come so hard you forget where you are? Tell me, sweet girl. Tell me how badly you want it.”
I whimpered at his request. My mouth was so dry that I couldn’t speak. If I did it would be to beg him to fuck me senseless.
“Tsk. Tsk. You have to tell me. I want to hear it.”
I forced my mouth open as my breathing became ragged. “I want your mouth between my legs. Make me come, Grant. Make me yours.”
“Now that’s what I wanted to hear.”
I heard movement and held my breath while I waited for my reward. His finger brushed teasingly along my clit and dipped partially into my pussy. My muscles immediately contracted and tried to suck him in further. I ached to be filled by him. I needed him like I needed my next breath.
“Such a greedy pussy,” he murmured right before he planted a wet, open-mouthed kiss between my legs. The sensations were exquisite. His tongue expertly dipped in and out of me, the same way he would my mouth. And when his finger brushed my clit and began rubbing in circles my body tensed. He switched the positions of his hand and mouth and began pumping his fingers into me while his mouth continued its delicious movements.
My back bowed with the force of my orgasm as it shook my body. Grant continued to fuck me with his fingers while I moaned and chanted his name.
Before I could come fully down, he plowed into me from behind. My head flew back with the intensity of the invasion against my still sensitive tissues.
“Fuck,” I cried out. My arms flew out in front of me, and I used them as leverage to slam back into him as best I could.
Grant smacked my ass, and the sting sent a jolt through my body that ended right between my legs. “I’m in control.”
I forced myself to stay still while he fucked me relentlessly. He acted like a man possessed, and I loved every second of it.
“Condom,” I whimpered on a powerful thrust. Somehow my brain functioned enough to remember that crucial step of having sex.
“I took care of it,” he gritted out through clenched teeth. “Touch yourself, love. I’m almost there.”
I obeyed him and within seconds, I was coming apart at the seams again. He followed me with a hoarse cry of my name.
When his cock finished twitching, he planted himself to the root and sighed contentedly. His hands ran over my ass and up my back, making me shiver.
“I think I like playing,” I said in a soft and sleepy voice. My body was completely satisfied, and if I wasn’t careful, I’d fall asleep like this.
Grant’s laughter filled the air and settled warmly over my skin. It was such a rich and masculine sound. It made me warm and fuzzy inside to know I could make him be so carefree when he was normally so serious.
“Come. Let’s get cleaned up and get you to bed. I’m going to want to have my wicked way with you in the morning and you’ll need your rest beforehand.”
Yum. I. Could. Not. Wait.
Chapter Fifteen
Valentine’s Day
There was a bounce in my step when I exited the elevator and saw Grant leaning against his Range Rover on the side of the street. His arms were braced behind him on the hood, and his legs were crossed at the ankles. He had a boyish grin on his face that made my heart melt. I was noticing that the more time we spent together, the more lighthearted he was becoming.
He pushed off the car and met me at the door. “Happy Valentine’s Day,” he whispered right before his lips claimed my mouth in a brief, but effective kiss.
He grabbed my suitcase and stowed it in the trunk. After helping me into the car, he walked around the hood and folded into the driver’s seat.
“So where are we off to?” I asked with enthusiasm.
“My house in Vermont. Do you ski?” He sported another one of those boyish grins and rested his arm on the steering wheel with his body turned towards mine.
“I’m not very good at it, but I’ve gone a time or two.”
“I also have a snowmobile so we can do that too. Or we could just spend the whole weekend naked and relaxing in the hot tub.” He wagged his eyebrows and I laughed at the sight. So very un-Grant-like. Or at least what one would assume to be uncharacteristic of a serious looking, three-piece suit wearing, high-powered attorney.
“Sounds good to me.” My face felt heated and I shoved my hands in between my legs, hoping the pressure would alleviate the aching that I felt whenever thoughts of sex and Grant occupied my mind.
The drive to Vermont was scenic and relaxing. We talked casually about work and friends. Grant spoke lovingly of his grandfather, Devereaux, and their time together and how he really looked to his grandfather as a role model since his parents were so cold and standoffish. It made my heart hurt for him, imagining a little boy who felt no real affection in a cold, upper Manhattan home. His only sibling – his older brother – was very much different from him. Trent preferred living snobbishly and circulating with the upper crest of Manhattan. It must have been lonely for Grant, especially after he lost the only man who gave him real love.
We drove through the woods on a long and winding road for several miles before Grant signaled and pulled into a long driveway. As we approached the house, I felt my excitement building. I watched in awe out the window as the most gorgeous A-framed home with cedar shingles came into view. The front porch was covered and had several Adirondack chairs sitting underneath it.
Grant pulled into the two-car garage and helped me out.
“Come. I’ll get our luggage later.” He guided me into the house with a hand to my lower back. We walked through an enclo
sed breezeway from the garage into the open concept house.
My mouth hung open as I looked up at the huge vaulted ceilings with exposed wood beams and arches. To the right was the kitchen with white cabinets and butcher block countertops. To the left was the dining room with a long mahogany table and ten chairs. Further into the house was the living room that had a stone fireplace going up to the ceiling. I instantly had visions of being stripped and us making love slowly and passionately in front of that fireplace. Spinning around I took in the rest of the room which consisted of a cozy sectional and two chairs facing the fireplace as well as the floor to ceiling windows that looked out into the vast wilderness beyond the back of the house.
I walked over to the French doors in the dining area and out onto the huge deck. Right now it was covered in snow and the outdoor furniture put away, but I could just imagine how great it would be to sit out there during the summer months and drink coffee in the morning.
“Do you like it?” He asked with hesitation in his voice.
I turned to see him watching me closely. “I love it. It’s the perfect mixture of rustic and cozy.”
He smiled at that and gestured for me to precede him on the rest of the tour.
Off the living room were barn doors that opened into a spacious master suite. Dominating the space was a king size bed and a granite fireplace. There were more French doors leading out to the deck. I wandered into the giant master bathroom and just about swooned over the claw foot soaking tub and the huge tiled walk in shower. The shower was massive, taking up one whole wall and could easily fit half a dozen people. There was a tiled bench on one side and jets surrounding the entirety of it. I got wicked thoughts imagining us taking showers together this weekend.
Leading to the upstairs was a solid mahogany and wrought iron staircase. There were two bedrooms, a bathroom and a quaint reading nook nestled upstairs. I was thankful that I brought my Kindle with me in case I had some alone time to read.
The tour ended in the walkout basement, fitted with a game room and media center. There were another two bedrooms down there that shared a bathroom and the laundry room. A bar with granite counters finished off the space.
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